I guess you can say I’m not good at rhyming

So here I go, I guess I’m trying

The one thing I can’t try to live without though

Is my comfortable bed

My bed keeps me warm at night

It is always there when I need it the most

It’s soft like your laying on a cloud

I drift softly to sleep and I’m never disturbed

I don’t have aches and pains

I always wake up refreshed

My bed is the one thing I can’t live without

And no one wants me to live without it

Because if I do then they won’t want to be around

I guess you can say it’s my soft cloud of joy